No Flame

 

NO FLAME

masking detail

hibernating
between intentions
no pressure

the curl of unplanned paths
an odd line
laid out in 3-d
no landscape

lined pages
aligned before maligned
across the elevations
no depth

the next why
hyperventilating
between hits
no vapor

smoke and mirrors
noisy images
a silent thought
no flame

no water
evaporation complete
lifting fog
to a view

no unseen
colored sights
unspotted
in the dark

no spoiled
planted plain
growing on water
as reflection

between intention
and hyperventilation
there is no plain
for silent thought

an odd line
of unplanned paths
laid out in 3-d
the next why

A. MENDOZA, 2017

 

No Flame

 

NO FLAME

masking detail

hibernating
between intentions
no pressure

the curl of unplanned paths
an odd line
laid out in 3-d
no landscape

lined pages
aligned before maligned
across the elevations
no depth

the next why
hyperventilating
between hits
no vapor

smoke and mirrors
noisy images
a silent thought
no flame

no water
evaporation complete
lifting fog
to a view

no unseen
colored sights
unspotted
in the dark

no spoiled
planted plain
growing on water
as reflection

between intention
and hyperventilation
there is no plain
for silent thought

an odd line
of unplanned paths
laid out in 3-d
the next why

A. MENDOZA, 2017

 

That Old Black Gold Magic

That Old Black Gold Magic

the groaning of the sex
between water and coffee
the pot thickens

at each drip the ripples wave
beacons that beckon with whiffs
a promise of a cure for the disease

flow from the mist the steam defies gravity
once trapped
following a dream of least resistance

looking at the world open
without embarrassment
a refrain composed

like a potters clay
from the dirt
with a back beat accompaniment

and the steady whirring
sleepless and constant
dripping with anticipation

that old black gold magic


A. MENDOZA, 2017

That Old Black Gold Magic

That Old Black Gold Magic

the groaning of the sex
between water and coffee
the pot thickens

at each drip the ripples wave
beacons that beckon with whiffs
a promise of a cure for the disease

flow from the mist the steam defies gravity
once trapped
following a dream of least resistance

looking at the world open
without embarrassment
a refrain composed

like a potters clay
from the dirt
with a back beat accompaniment

and the steady whirring
sleepless and constant
dripping with anticipation

that old black gold magic


A. MENDOZA, 2017

OTHER

OTHER

 

a last taste of sweetness
from of one who isn't the other
and an offer to what is man
from the other

and only then imbibing the burning sweetness
of a gentle cloth that sifts a fragrance
magically surrounding like music
or a fog over water

scent of that kiss fills with a fragrance
like flowers in a spring breeze
unavoidable in a blatant reality
that is woman

in that fire the one
can be god or beast
or a drunken fool
but never again the same
shrouded by the other's mist

the rib came from Adam
but the bone was Eve
who fleshed out a living love
giving purpose to life

while the woman's gift
was more than knowledge
a man it was who brought murder
her love became the goal

the woman's life
the woman's love
the woman's gift
the woman's trust

bearing no sword
bearing no judgment
offering no knowledge
bearing a gentle voice

and with only a sip
of the sweet taste
a scent of the other
like flowering spring

a lasting taste of sweetness
an offer of what is man
out from mist to reality
never to be the same

from the one who is not one
in-spite of a man murder
the one avoids condemnation
magically surrounded by the music

listening to music in the fog
lit in fragrance like a sip
of a mist
bearing the gentle voice of the other


A. Mendoza, 2017

OTHER

OTHER

 

a last taste of sweetness
from of one who isn't the other
and an offer to what is man
from the other

and only then imbibing the burning sweetness
of a gentle cloth that sifts a fragrance
magically surrounding like music
or a fog over water

scent of that kiss fills with a fragrance
like flowers in a spring breeze
unavoidable in a blatant reality
that is woman

in that fire the one
can be god or beast
or a drunken fool
but never again the same
shrouded by the other's mist

the rib came from Adam
but the bone was Eve
who fleshed out a living love
giving purpose to life

while the woman's gift
was more than knowledge
a man it was who brought murder
her love became the goal

the woman's life
the woman's love
the woman's gift
the woman's trust

bearing no sword
bearing no judgment
offering no knowledge
bearing a gentle voice

and with only a sip
of the sweet taste
a scent of the other
like flowering spring

a lasting taste of sweetness
an offer of what is man
out from mist to reality
never to be the same

from the one who is not one
in-spite of a man murder
the one avoids condemnation
magically surrounded by the music

listening to music in the fog
lit in fragrance like a sip
of a mist
bearing the gentle voice of the other


A. Mendoza, 2017

shhh

shhh

sense softer silence

schooling sailors glide along

whipping whippling air

shhh

shhh

sense softer silence

schooling sailors glide along

whipping whippling air

Reasonable Love

Reasonable Love

presence in the age of reason

meditation amongst the digital domains

the cataleptic of love

revealing truth as false

observation becomes the questioning

those introspective hatreds

like crumpled paintings

projectiles slung like a splashing mud

displayed inkblots hints

of an unrepentant madman

a devolved surreal reality

witness the witnessing

reason amongst the digital domains

presence in the meditations

showing truth as false

against cataleptic love

A. Mendoza, 2017

Reasonable Love

Reasonable Love

presence in the age of reason

meditation amongst the digital domains

the cataleptic of love

revealing truth as false

observation becomes the questioning

those introspective hatreds

like crumpled paintings

projectiles slung like a splashing mud

displayed inkblots hints

of an unrepentant madman

a devolved surreal reality

witness the witnessing

reason amongst the digital domains

presence in the meditations

showing truth as false

against cataleptic love

A. Mendoza, 2017

Phocension Despair

 Phocension Despair

the sand dust 

from the demolition of trees
resting undisturbed by the racing dream
a dance assured of rejection
never coveted

made into grounds

 sands of stands
spread like foreboding bones
seeking assurance of mind
lacking lust

un-stepped dance 

missing music
the urge surges forward
unheard whispers among the stands
before assurance of mind

disturbed by the racing dream
a dance assured
by the king of forests
that never touches the true prince

in pari passu
ignored expectation the unchastity
spread out as dust
with a sweep of a breeze

the mighty stands whispering
giving assurance of mind
breathing an idea
before giving it a dance
in phocension despair

A. Mendoza, 2017

Phocension Despair

 Phocension Despair

the sand dust 

from the demolition of trees
resting undisturbed by the racing dream
a dance assured of rejection
never coveted

made into grounds

 sands of stands
spread like foreboding bones
seeking assurance of mind
lacking lust

un-stepped dance 

missing music
the urge surges forward
unheard whispers among the stands
before assurance of mind

disturbed by the racing dream
a dance assured
by the king of forests
that never touches the true prince

in pari passu
ignored expectation the unchastity
spread out as dust
with a sweep of a breeze

the mighty stands whispering
giving assurance of mind
breathing an idea
before giving it a dance
in phocension despair

A. Mendoza, 2017

OPEN HAND

open hand

the craggy outcropping we hang from is soon to be the sand that nothing can be built on

hung and hurting, as the crag lances deeper in than projects out,

there is only to release that hold 

opening hands to the fateful fall

into the expansive nothingness that has become the

worthy most noble purpose that defines who we are

into nothingness towards eternity

darkness all around

falling and sailing

into the end

and arriving at the full circle

there is only the letting go

to open a small place

that fills the entire living

one only has to open the hands

and reach

into nothingness towards eternity

A. Mendoza, 2017

OPEN HAND

open hand

the craggy outcropping we hang from is soon to be the sand that nothing can be built on

hung and hurting, as the crag lances deeper in than projects out,

there is only to release that hold 

opening hands to the fateful fall

into the expansive nothingness that has become the

worthy most noble purpose that defines who we are

into nothingness towards eternity

darkness all around

falling and sailing

into the end

and arriving at the full circle

there is only the letting go

to open a small place

that fills the entire living

one only has to open the hands

and reach

into nothingness towards eternity

A. Mendoza, 2017

A Sell of A Deal

A Sell of a Deal

what do you buy

so you can sell

something of yourself

and when you have

something for yourself

what sale is bought

from something sold

it is like a mirror

of a receipt

a ticket a validation

a sell of a deal

a bought about yourself

from something sold

something for yourself

a mirror receipt receiving

a dealt image

of what you have

since what you bought

was already sold

a validation a mirror

a ticket validated

 a mirror reception 

a something for yourself

a receipt a validation

from something sold

that can be bought

a sell of a deal

so you can sell

what you buy

the mirror

validating that ticket

A. Mendoza, 2017

A Sell of A Deal

A Sell of a Deal

what do you buy

so you can sell

something of yourself

and when you have

something for yourself

what sale is bought

from something sold

it is like a mirror

of a receipt

a ticket a validation

a sell of a deal

a bought about yourself

from something sold

something for yourself

a mirror receipt receiving

a dealt image

of what you have

since what you bought

was already sold

a validation a mirror

a ticket validated

 a mirror reception 

a something for yourself

a receipt a validation

from something sold

that can be bought

a sell of a deal

so you can sell

what you buy

the mirror

validating that ticket

A. Mendoza, 2017

BALANCE

BALANCE

captured in a pot

the groaning of sex

between water and coffee

awaiting the cream and the sweet

maybe some cinnamon

perhaps a little brandy

the box of un-cracked shells

awaiting their time

to the the music of Eno

its amazing how the speakers never empty

while a cup fills

and the speakers never fill

as the cup empties

peace of mind

peace of spirit

peace of knowing

which is which

which is not empty

which is not filed

the cup

or the speaker

A. MENDOZA, 2017

 

BALANCE

BALANCE

captured in a pot

the groaning of sex

between water and coffee

awaiting the cream and the sweet

maybe some cinnamon

perhaps a little brandy

the box of un-cracked shells

awaiting their time

to the the music of Eno

its amazing how the speakers never empty

while a cup fills

and the speakers never fill

as the cup empties

peace of mind

peace of spirit

peace of knowing

which is which

which is not empty

which is not filed

the cup

or the speaker

A. MENDOZA, 2017

 

PARFUM PAILS

perpendicular pixels

potshots of perception

porous pits pulled past passages

prepossessing a politic

possessing pale persuasion

possibly pails of something

of a perfume pungent




horizontal horror

hyped homicide

holding honor hostage

hemorrhaging home happiness health




delusions delving deceptions
 

dividing depths 

 

done deeply

darkness defies denials




down and across

lay pixel horrors

hemorrhaging honor

persuaded by delusions

of pixels

A.MENDOZA, 2017